The Last Voyages: IC Inbox

[worthallthis]

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[ukan]

"If you can't, we have more music to learn than we can ever actually get to," Lark shrugs. No pressure. "But I've seen you analyze the songs I've showed you, and I think you have a better sense for what melody fits what lyric than most people do." A slight grin. "Better than Elton John, anyway."

[worthallthis]

B can't help it: he snorts at that, somewhere between amusement and derision. "Let me think about it," he says. "Maybe after Steve wakes up." And half his brain isn't dedicated to that, on top of the person thing, on top of the graduating thing, on top of the fear. His brain is not in the happiest place right now.

[ukan]

"Fair enough. Here; let me find something easier to listen to." Namely, something easy to remember with very little thought. Something without much darkness to it. Eye of the Tiger.